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Standing by the crowded roadside
like raindrops, tears dampens her cheek,
her lips about to quiver
with words she cannot speak,

Eyes wide with their lost sparkle
skin silken soft but too pale,
both hands clasped together
her delicate fingers look so frail,

it all happened within seconds
snatching away her whole life,
taken were their children
and the man whom she was wife,

Her eyes search the darkness
gently wiping her tears away,
her lips now quiver in movement
joining the others as they pray,

their prayers are not for vengeance
of that horrific day of nine eleven,
but for all those innocent souls
now safe with God in heaven

© abritelite

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NEWLY WED

You've taken your vows
to become a good wife,
it's a full time commitment
for the rest of your life

You expect changes will be made
some good and some bad,
like learning to be a mum
and for him to be a dad

But that first morning you awake
you know it's worth while,
battering your eyelids
you look at him and smile

He looked back at you
and then he replied,
"I like my toast buttered
on the right side"

You thank him for telling you
and you think what a grump,
then tell him your coffee
has only one lump

Oh what a start
to the first day I am wed,
next he will tell me
to get out of bed

But wait till I inform him
with the good news of the day,
my mother was coming
and with us she'd stay

© abritelite

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NO ONE KNOWS BUT MOTHER



How many buttons went missing today?
    If you want to know, ask mother
How many toys were not put away?
    If you want to know, ask mother
How many questions, when answered were blundered?
How many children sick with temperatures of 100?
How many bumps that were cuddled and kissed?
How many chores were noticeably missed?
    If you want to know, ask mother
How many muddy shoes all lined in a row?
How many shirts of dad's to sew?
How many odd socks were washed, do you know?
    No, for nobody knows but mother
How many hours on herself does she spend?
How many hours on others does she tend?
How many hours work till her day draws an end?
    If you want to know, ask mother
How many praises from a mother does flow?
How many smiles, and where do they go?
    If you want to know, ask mother
How many prayers at night beside each bed? 
How many tears for her babe's has she shed?
How many kisses for the tops their head?
    If you want to know, ask mother

"If your mother doesn't know, ask mine."

© abritelite